Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Tonga and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Ten City to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Main Source. All the underground hits.
All Unwound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeru the Damaja record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick May record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dave Clark Five,
Kayak,
Alton Ellis,
Matthew Halsall,
Mark Hollis,
John Coltrane,
The Walker Brothers,
Public Image Ltd.,
Grauzone,
Gastr Del Sol,
China Crisis,
Todd Terry,
Camberwell Now,
James White and The Blacks,
Grandmaster Flash,
Guru Guru,
Quadrant,
Barry Ungar,
Deepchord,
The Fugs,
Bill Near,
Youth Brigade,
Moebius,
Rekid,
Visage,
Technova,
Spoonie Gee,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Steve Hackett,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Barrington Levy,
Roy Ayers,
New Age Steppers,
Lebanon Hanover,
Dual Sessions,
Dennis Brown,
Gil Scott Heron,
Skaos,
Glambeats Corp.,
Simply Red,
Symarip,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Neil Young,
Smog,
Urselle,
Cymande,
Joe Finger,
Saccharine Trust,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Grass Roots,
Yazoo,
Cecil Taylor,
Pharoah Sanders,
KRS-One,
The Barracudas,
Rites of Spring,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Gladiators,
Stereo Dub,
Ituana,
Stetsasonic,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
the Sonics,
Animal Collective,
The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.